Now I have doubts. I'm writing on Palm Sunday. Wales is bathed in glorious sunshine, and yesterday we achieved a Grand Slam. What a wonderful world! Set against all these red T-shirts and golden daffodils, the Grumpy Old Women series seems to belong on a different planet.

However, I've started, so I'll finish. How did they have the nerve to call this clutch of celebs "old" women? They were obviously in their prime. Perhaps they'd been listening to those babes who urge us to spend a fortune on hair colours and face creams because we're worth it. The exception as always was good old Germaine, who is going grey as defiantly as she does everything else.

I agreed with some of the things they complained about, like computers going haywire, and those phone calls that begin with "press the star button now " And I agreed that TV offers us too many shots of "other people's bottoms" - but then we aren't forced to look at them, are we?

I also admired the lady at the end of a very long queue for the Ladies. Instead of merely fuming, she marched into the Gents, which was empty. I've only done this once, before I got my first pair of glasses. I misread "Gentlemen" as "General" and imagined there'd be two doors inside with pointers to His and Hers. While I was in there, I noted that they do have cubicles as well as the stand-up things, so it's always worth a try if you're desperate.

But a lot of the complaints just sounded bossy. They hated people who expected them to get out of the way when it was the other people who should have been getting out of their way. They got incandescent at old ladies for moving too slowly, young drivers for moving too fast, and people with dogs, prams, bikes or babies, or wearing the wrong clothes.

They dislike people who kiss you, or don't quite kiss you but say "Mwa, mwa" each side of your face, meaning, "I'd kiss you if I didn't think it would mess up our make-up." I've never mixed in mwa-mwa circles myself, but I can't see any real harm in it.

Germaine resented strangers calling her "love". This I don't understand. Anybody can call me love - it's surely a sign of goodwill - but she preferred "Professor". Like the Quakers, I'd prefer to discard all these prefixes.

When you fill in your details on the internet, they often ask you to choose between Mr, Mrs, Ms, or "Other". Under "other" you're suppose to type in Doctor, Reverend, Lord or whatever. I typed in "nothing".

Two days later I received a letter addressed to "Nothing Elaine Morgan".

Next time I'll use the prefix once applied to me in a fan letter from South America, It was "Praeclarissima". A bit over the top, admittedly. But it's better than "nothing".